We are so sorry for the loss of this young man. No parents should ever have to lay to rest their child. My god be with this family during this time of need. We are greatful for Daniel giving his life for our freedom. He will be greatly missed! God bless all of our men!The Butler familyGv, Mo
Lyle, your service to this country and above all your sacrifice will never be forgotten. You are thought of every day and are missed. I enjoyed knowing you and serving with you, even having you in my squad.
It seems like just yesterday we were in AIT together learning the basics to becoming a soldier... And now.... Ur gone.... A hero in my eyes... A joy to be around... RIP Demetrius... U will always be loved by ya family both real and military... We love u...
I was Sergio Team member, I fought next to him, I was there with him when he was tooken from us. Sergio is a GREAT MAN AND SOLDIER. I am so sorry for your lost and you and him are in my prayers everynight.
My condolences to the Kenefick family. I knew Aaron only through email and phone calls when he was stationed in Tampa. I was his education counselor while he was there. We became friends over time and he was a wonderful person and an amazing Marine. He shared pictures with me from his times in Iraq and always looked out for me.
I am so sorry for your loss and your family will remain in my prayers. Aaron - I know you are in a better place now and I can feel safe knowing that you are in heaven guarding the gates as only a great Marine would. Rest in Peace my friend!D. Gillaspie
I worked for Msg. Davis while in Iraq we went out on missions together, this was something we never expected but feared. I could tell right away he was a good man who always put himself in others' shoes.
Jerome saved my life and he never knew it.Back in the summer of 1999 I was going through a stage in my life, turning 30 and being single, where I wanted to have someone special. On a trip to Charleston, SC I met a great girl who shared the same interests and traits. It happen quite accidentally as we attended a concert and she and a friend were dancing in front of me when she wheeled around and knocked my five dollar beer from my hands. I just smiled my smile, apologized for her carelessness and drained the Bud from my shoes. She liked my wit and charm so we spent the next few songs talking to the annoyance of her friend. We walked and got to know one another forcing the blaring music to take second stage to our conversation. It just clicked between Leslie and me. By the end of the long weekend we feel madly in love.We tried to make the distance thing work but the pressure was too great on her and her family. Our age difference was a few years and her mother disapproved of my career in law enforcement and wanted Leslie to do better finding a boyfriend. They thought that I would be a distraction for her final years in college. She and I thought differently. We wrote letters, talked daily for hours sharing those simple realistic dreams that young lovers weave together.In November I met her on my birthday for a romantic weekend in Charleston. Late in the evening on a well worn patch of ground at the Battery under a pale November moon I presented a ring and asked for her hand in marriage. I knew it was going to be a good thing when I saw her bite her lower lip to control her expression. Life was good for a day.The weekend was coming to an end and while we were saying good by as I got ready to head back to western North Carolina; she looked at me with an expression that I never really can remove from my mind. Her lips quivered and her eyes were flooded with tears. She couldn’t go through with it and go against her family. She slowly took the ring off her finger and placed it on the dresser.I was hurt, confused but managed to be a gentleman. I hugged her and kissed the top of her head and told her it would be all right and to keep the ring. I said goodbye and left. I was in shock and don’t really remember much about leaving the city except how nice it would be for me to drive off the Cooper River bridge if I was going up highway 17 instead of I-26.How I drove the twenty miles is beyond me. I was crying and just an emotional wreck. I had for thirty years kept everyone away from my heart. My armor had been penetrated and it had never happened before. I clearly should not have been driving but I couldn’t make myself pull over. I wanted to get home where I know it was safe. I was three hundred miles from the shelter of loved ones and friends. I never had been in this position and I didn’t know what would help but I did know that I should talk to someone.I looked west as I sped on I-26 and saw Jerome, a SC State Trooper. He was outside his cruiser talking to a motorist parked in front of him. He had stopped to write a citation and something told me to pull over so I eased in behind his patrol car and waited for him to get free. Once he finished with his task he walked back to help what he thought was some lost soul and found me in such a sad shape.He let me get out of my SUV and we talked alongside the passing cars heading west back to their realities from their time in Charleston. I was trying to calm down and tell him my story. His pleasant demeanor and sympathetic eyes helped me by just knowing that some stranger really could care about me.He quietly listened. I wrapped up my story and he offered to talk to Leslie, to go and find her and tell her god knows what but he cared about a hurting stranger enough place himself in that awkward situation. He offered to talk to her parents to give me a chance, all that because he cared. One of the greatest weights I had ever felt was lifted off my body once he calmed me down.Jerome gave me one of his SC Highway Patrol business cards and he wrote his cell phone and home phone numbers on the back. He instructed me to call if I ever needed to talk and to remember that I was not alone. As I got back in my truck Jerome said it would all be different in a few weeks and for me to just wait my time and to do something good for somebody.I made it home. I took time and I started a practice of helping people as he had quietly done for me. His business card rested in my wallet; only coming out when I was depressed or felt like I wasn’t doing the things in life like I should. At first I would pull that card out several times a day but as the hurt eased I turned to the card less. It was a good feeling knowing that the card was there if I needed it.I wrote a letter to his supervisor and told my story and how I think Jerome saved my life. I never heard anything from it and I hope Jerome knew.Things did get better as he predicted and a year passed. I met someone special exactly one year to the day that I met Jerome. She was good for me and Jerome’s card moved further back in my wallet and was seldom touched.Four years later in 2004 we were married and took our honeymoon in Charleston. We spent a week of gray February days in Charleston. On one of those days I slipped a small envelope that contained a letter and a well worn business card back to its rightful owner into a street side mailbox. The note, simple in content but powerful in meaning, said that I didn’t need the card anymore that I had found someone who would be there for me. I wished him well and thanked Jerome profusely. I walked away from that mailbox knowing that I was a strong man who had closed a chapter of his life in the most positive manner. Vanessa saw me but never asked, she just reached out her hand for mine, smiled that relaxed smile of hers and we walked away from one of my proudest moments. She was unaware and oblivious but I had grown up.Eight months later, October in that same year was painful. I caught Vanessa, my only real love in my long life, cheating on our marriage with a family friend who was in the Army. It had been going on awhile, hidden by veils of lies and cover ups. She was embarrassed but never admitted the depth to the betrayal. We struggled to work things out for three weeks but she moved out on October 27. Once again my world had ended and I needed a Jerome to help me through my pain.Jerome would not be there, his world ended that day too.
Staff Sgt. Jerome Lemon, a South Carolina state trooper, died in the war in Iraq He was killed when his convoy was ambushed Wednesday morning. I found out because I read the Charleston Post and Courier Newspaper online daily. I love Charleston and like to keep abreast of what is going on in my foster city.I have never cried or felt so at a loss as I did when I found out he was gone. I knew that I would survive; after all Jerome said I would. But how could God take away such a decent and caring soldier while he let live the one who stole my wife? I was and always will be at a loss to understand that.I attended Jerome’s receiving. I had clandestinely driven to North Charleston to be there. I had to be there. I could not face his family as my emotions were too strong. It took all of the strength I had not to go to his wife and tell her how much he meant to me. I am sure the caliber of man that Jerome was would have told his wife of the guy he had helped one day. She might have remembered me and I was scared because I didn’t want to hurt his wife by dredging up a memory of how great he was. I was there for myself to say good bye, one stranger in the back of the room shedding real tears of love for a man he only met for eight minutes.I hate that damn war and all that it has cost us. I’ll remember Jerome till I can’t draw another breath as he taught me compassion for mankind is the greatest task that we should labor on. Eight minutes with a man on the side of an interstate changed my life and how I lived since.I love and miss you Jerome.
My best friend, my hero, my comforter, my songbird, my strength, my fiance Clayton Patrick Bowen, not a day goes by that i don't remember you and all the plans we had for the upcoming weeks and years serving our country together "the powerhouse couple" and i guess you did win the race and get promoted ahead of me " ish" :) I will be with you soon and we will make our dreams finally come true... I'll always love you baby -- Victoria
wow i hadnt spoken to u since u called on my birthday and all i can remember is u being so nervous and i heard u tell my sisters that u felt like throwing up lol. wen i found out u had passed i was at work and i almost had to be sent home i cried for days but then i remembered how wen i cried u used to beg me not to. i was ur lil sugar plum for two years and those years have passed. i will always love u and always think of u as the man who taught me a few things about life you and i had a wonderful relationship and i know you loved me until the day u passed. i mite haveto add i was really mad at you for passing so suddenly i was so angry i even yelled at GOD for taking you from this world. but i feel better now because i feel you near me and thank you for visiting me i my dreams. i love you and always will.your lil sugar plumMeLyssa
Days have rolled into months, and its been hard on us all. You are not forgotten, and we all still miss you more than words will ever express. You were my nephew, my friend, and I love you. Rest, dear one, as we are all free because of you and your sacrafice.
I have lit a candle in Peter's memory and with the hope his family will receive blessings and continued healing. I knew Peter through two employers, for both he and I. I still remember his crazy golf stroke, where he would scoot the wood back and forth before taking that killer swing! What fun we all had, golfing in a pouring rain!!. The dude was always fun, classy and kind to everyone. I was always glad to see him. God bless Peter and his family.Ellis Green, Port Hueneme, CA
Our prayers are with his family. Our son was there when he died and it was tough for him to see his good buddy hurt. Our son said he was a great guy and had only good things to say about him! We are thankful for brave men like him defending our country. Aaron's sacrifice on the 4th of July 2009 will not be forgotten. Thank you Aaron for helping to protect our son.
I never knew you young man,but i just wanted to say THANK YOU. You gave the ultimate sacrifice for our Country and for that i will be forever grateful. My heart goes out to your family and friends. Once again THANK YOU
You are missed dearly by your wife, children, family and friends. You have maid the greatest sacrifice for your country. So many honor and love you. I hope you feel their warmth and love in heaven above. May God give your family strength and comfort and ease the pain in this most difficult time. And may God give you peace as he embraces you in our heaven above. We love you Mike and will continue to pray for and support your family.RIP Mike our Hero
I represent Prayer Shawls 4 Fallen Soldiers (PS4FS), an organization that since October 2007 has sent over 3,000 prayer shawls to military families who have lost a loved one. We are an organization of over 240 groups from all over the country. Would you kindly send me a contact email/address so that we may send a hand knitted/crocheted prayer shawl to the family? Thank you!Cozette Haggerty and Annette Swartwoutps4fs@charter.ne t
I represent Prayer Shawls 4 Fallen Soldiers (PS4FS), an organization that since October 2007 has sent over 3,000 prayer shawls to military families who have lost a loved one. We are an organization of over 240 groups from all over the country. Would you kindly send me a contact email/address so that we may send a hand knitted/crocheted prayer shawl to the family? Thank you!Annette Swartwout and Cozette Haggertyps4fs@charter.net
In awe, honor, respect, and remembrance of your bravery, kindness, and humor. My words are inadequate. Thank you for protecting us and for touching so memorably every path you crossed. I will never forget.
I am writing i tribute for Jacqueline Young for my history class and i just wanted to say that i recognize your loss and I am deeply sorry. I hope your pain has eased somewhat and she will be remembered.
I Never Got To Know You But I Wish I Had ...Your In A Better Place Now And We All Thank You For Our Freedome You Fougth So Hard And Dedicated For...~Shaun Hall~
I was in theg same tuck with walker he was my friend and like a brother to me. He was an amazing person and an even better soldier. High angle hell mortars for life brother it was an honor
We are more than the eulogies sing, or even what our relatives remember. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and peaceful. Blessings from a stranger go with you.
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Rest In Peace Babyboy.